It was not long ago, that pop singer Billie Eilish had written and performed the title song for the latest James Bond movie “No Time to Die.” For years the drop dead gorgeous musician had been relentlessly sticking her beautiful tongue out both for fan originated photographs and in a long supply of selfies. Now she announced the 13 Million Reasons Why contest, inviting fans to submit their guesses as to the reason why she was so fond of sticking her tongue out. The prize for the winner would be a personal invitation to the secret address of her newly purchased mansion.
The contest particularly appealed to a member of the various giantess and shrunken men communities, who went by the name of Tiny Tony. He was a fan of Billie Eilish, because she had two distinguishing traits. One was the full shapely lips most commonly found among British celebrities. The other was the propensity for sticking her tongue out, which was something that most British celebrities seemed to be disappointingly reluctant to do. Billie had the best of both worlds in her make up: full shapely lips and a notably protruding tongue.
Her engaging facial features had made grey hair a colour to aspire to, while she was still in her teens. She looked equally stunning as a blond or a brunette, and had even dignified the concept of blue hair in a way which would have eclipsed the sight of the best drawn comic book super heroines in existence.
Tony figured that he had the same minimal chance as anyone else at guessing the real reason for her tongue’s rise to fame. So he decided to abandon any hopes of winning the contest, and simply use it to declare his giantess vore fascination with her. He wrote his answer as “so you can tease little folk before gobbling them whole,” and submitted it to the email address for entries, along with a selfie photograph. Now at least he’d gotten something out of his system, even though it was not possible to get himself into hers.
The weeks went by, and one day Tony saw an email in his inbox. It came from Billie Eilish herself, but she was using a different email address to the one which had been set up for receiving contest submissions. Tony read on, one step from incredulous at the message.
Dear Tony,
I receieved countless answers to my contest from people all over the world. You are the only person who guessed it correctly, which makes you the unequivocable winner. I will be sending whatever transport you need to bring you to my secret mansion for our dinner date. I’ll be looking forward to talking with you more about your answer.
And btw, you are very cute.
Love,
Billie xxx
Tony went into orbit without actually leaving the ground.
When the night came, Billie’s driver delivered him right to her front gate, and instructed him to simply walk up and ring the front door bell. Tony watched the driver head off, and then opened the gate, walked through, shut it again and walked up to the door. He rang the bell, and waited for the sound of footsteps, and saw Billie open the door. She was dressed in a cuddly tight fitting white tracksuit with her hair currently sporting its delightful silvery grey tint.
“Wow, I never thought I’d win… I mean, you look stunning as ever!” said Tony.
“Given the correct answer, I never thought that anyone would win,” said Billie, closing the door.
She led him to the dining room where the table had been laid with an assortment of expensive dishes waiting to be sampled. They sat down and began eating and talking.
“I could make my own guesses, but could you tell me how you worked it out?” she asked.
“To be honest, I didn’t. It was just wishful thinking on my part. I’ve thought of your mouth in that light for a long time. Obviously I’d have reservations about going through with the end result. However, if I could become one of the little folk, I’d love to teased by your tongue and role play our way through most of that scenario. I guess, if I have gotten the answer 100 percent right, then you’d like to go the whole way.”
“Your answer was totally correct, and I’d certainly love to do it with you,” said Billie.
“I guess, on the whole, I’m better off that it can’t be done.”
“So you’d pass up the chance if you had it, even if it was a package deal, the only way to enjoy the 90 percent of so of the experience that you would like.”
“I think I’d want to find a way to save myself from the last 10 percent.”
Billie smiled and stuck her tongue out at him.
“That is a sight to behold,” he said.
After dinner she took his hand and led him into the living room and sat down beside him on the couch. She put her arms around him and kissed him. He felt her lovely lips pressing against him and hoped it would never end.
“Hey Billie, there is still the ability to be touched by your tongue as a regular sized person.”
“I know exactly what you mean,” she said, and began licking his cheeks in turn.
Tony enjoyed looking at the approach of her tongue a few times, until he had the point blank image of it in his mind, and then closed his eyes to fully bask in the feel of her thick moist taste organ sliding over his face. After several minutes of licks, he suddenly felt the moisture sliding all over his face at once, as well as his arms, which were not covered by his T-shirt. Tony opened his eyes and saw that he was now resting not against Billie’s whole body but just a portion of her hand. He had shrunken to tiny size and her tongue was sliding from his chest and arms to his forehead in a matter of a single second each time she licked him.
“Billie, you did it!” he said, smiling up at her.
“You’re sounding surprisingly enthusiastic for someone who wasn’t too keen on the last ten percent,” she taunted.
“How did you manage this?”
“My best friend was a scientific genius when we were twelve. Apart from buying this place and a few other ways of treating myself, I’ve spent much of my income on funding her secret invention of a shrinking tablet. I dissolved it into your first glass of juice just before you arrived. Like most pills, it takes an hour or two to work, and now you’re done.”
“So are you going to do it tonight?” he asked.
“I like a bit of build up,” said Billie, “I was thinking tomorrow night would be the go.”
“Your lovely lips look bigger than ever now.”
She took a tissue from a box beside the couch and gently dried him off. Then she held him in front of her lips and pressed her huge lower lip against his face.
“This has been so amazing, that I don’t think I’d pass this up if I could,” said Tony.
“I’ll be making sure that you can’t.”
“I’ll bet you will.”
“Come with me,” she said, and carried him to her bedroom. She climbed into bed and let him snuggle against her cheek and then turned her head to face him, lying on her side.
“Are you still glad you came?” she asked.
“Definitely, and still looking forward to tomorrow night, albeit with the final complication.”
“There’s nothing complicated about it for me,” said Billie, once again treating him to her effervescent smile.
“There is one thing you could do to make it extra special for me.”
“If I can.”
“When you do it, would you be willing to wear that lovely long pale orange dress you had on in a number of photos I saw?”
“Sure. I’m glad you liked it.”
They spent the night together, fell asleep not long before sunrise, and awoke in the middle of the afternoon. Billie showed him around her house and talked with him for a few hours, and then placed him on a dish on the same dining table at which they had both sat the night before. This time he was acutely aware of its deadly height as far as he was concerned. He would not be venturing off the plate. Nor would he be attempting any of the stunts for descending from furniture after being shrunken, that Timescribe had written into his old stories on a giantess forum before requesting that his account be closed. He was there to stay.
He watched Billie walk out of the dining room, and heard her going up the stairs. He waited until he heard her returning, and then she walked into the room looking resplendently magnificent in her pale orange dress. She walked with exaggerated slowness in order to let him fully take in the sight of her while still having room in his thoughts to prepare for what she would soon be doing to him.
Billie eventually reached the table and sat down.
“Congratulations once again on your correct answer to the contest question,” she said.
“And to you for financing this pioneering in science,” said Tony.
Her enthralling figure towered in front of him, and he looked up to her mouth.
“Would you like to take the first step?” she asked, and rested her open palm beside the plate.
Tony stepped onto her palm and lay down on his back.
Billie lifted him towards her mouth, and then her tongue came out again, looking better than ever. She licked him from chest to forehead several times, and then placed him onto her tongue, drew him into her mouth and closed it. He wondered exactly where he would draw the line between the end of the 90 percent and the start of the ten percent. He lay on her tongue, still over the moon with excitement, despite the imminent ramifications to follow.
Then she gagged heavily and he fell into her throat.
“Time to see how the other ten percent feels,” he thought, as he slid helplessly down her throat to her stomach.
Billie rubbed her stomach and considered playing the 2017 recording of her hit CD Bellyache. Then she stopped the song halfway through, having had a sudden inspiration for a new song which would only ever be heard by herself. She began writing the lyrics for ‘Tony in my Tummy.’
A man with a wanderlust went for a walk,
Through forest, and came to a giant beanstalk.
He climbed it and came to a garden immense
In size, which to Jack would have made perfect sense.
He came to a castle, and in time he saw
A giantess open the gigantic door;
And somehow the giant was known: Whitney Cummings.
She greeted him gladly with fee fie foe fummings.
Recalling her post, where she “ate” a small pet,
He knew that he might not get out of this yet.
She’d once said her giant mouth did come in handy,
And saw her small fan as a tasty eye candy.
On google, her height had been five foot eleven.
Now she was a giant, proportions all even.
His height was her ankle’s, while she was a tower,
And held him in her unequivocal power.
She went to the kitchen, and left him to wait
On bench top, while she went to fetch a good plate.
He jumped out the window, and broke his fast fall,
On plant growth, relieved to be so light and small.
He’d always thought Whitney was ever so stunning,
But now that he’d met her, he had to start running.
He made for the stalk, and had just crossed the lawn,
When he heard her calling behind him with scorn:
“You won’t get away from my plate or my bowl.
I’ll catch you and eat you and gobble you whole.”
He hid in the flowerbed, and watched her huge strides,
And saw her long neck to awaiting insides.
He watched as she knelt down, and made his retreat,
Stepped backwards, and wondered if she would yet eat
Him up, as her hand moved and slowly reached in.
He dodged it, but knew she would most likely win.
The beanstalk was too far away, while she posed
A threat, with the distance between them now closed.
He saw the approach of her fast opening palm.
Her hand then enclosed him, without causing harm.
She stood up and took him inside, to the dish,
Where he then requested to have a last wish.
He said, “If you do this, I really can’t miss
The chance to entreat you to give me a kiss.”
She smiled, placing finger and thumb by his hips,
And lifted him up to gargantuan lips;
And as he drew near to the final adventures,
Her smile gave a close up of marvelous dentures.
She touched his whole face with her mouth in a pout.
“And now for the place where you’ll never get out,”
She said. Then she stuck out her six foot long tongue,
And popped him inside, with a laugh from her lung.
He sailed through her mouth, like a miniature boat,
And soon was drawn into her elegant throat.
Like no-one in sci-fi or fictional pulp,
She swallowed him down, with a powerful gulp.
He lay in her tummy and thought of the battery
Her tongue once had taunted with radiant flattery.
He’d never imagined that such a pink sparkle
Would lead to celebrity dining debacle.
Her tongue was no doubt quite contented above,
And he was unwavering, still so in love,
So pleased with the kiss which had brought him delight,
Not even confused by her newly gained height.
His courtship endeavors had gone quickly south,
Which left him undoubtedly down in the mouth.
To catch him was leg work. His fate was then oral.
Just fantasy satire, no message, no moral.
Anzac had just seen the university offers published, and learned that he had slightly missed out on computer science, but could accept a place in a science & mathematics course, with a possibility of adding additional computer studies subjects as electives in his second and third year. He was two weeks away from commencing his first semester, and decided to take a vacation to the Blue Mountains for 12 out of the 14 days. He packed his tent, sleeping bag and other necessities into his backpack, and caught the train to Medlow Bath, and began to walk a disused little known path between Medlow Bath and Blackheath.
When the day was ¾ over, he came to a small clearing, and noticed that someone else had already pitched a tent there. It was a tent that he remembered from a school camp in his childhood, a custom designed tent which could belong to no-one other than his best friend in prep school, Dougal Hamilton. He hadn’t seen Dougal since the end of first year in high school. They had been in the same school since 4th class, but had formed a natural friendship a week or two into their 5th class year. Dougal had a university level of knowledge about his electronics hobby when he was way back in 5th class, as most of his birthday and Christmas presents had been kits designed to educate and entertain a willing student of electronics at the same time. Anzac had been fascinated with Dougal’s knowledge. At the end of 5th class, Dougal had changed schools, but they had continued to hang out together on Sunday afternoons for the next two years. At the end of first year high school, Dougal had moved away, and apparently, it might have been to the Blue Mountains.
He walked over to the tent entrance, but found that nobody was there. He decided to set up his own tent and wait for Dougal to return before nightfall.
Dougal did not put in an appearance that day, and Anzac eventually had to go to sleep. He awoke the next morning and checked Dougal’s tent again. It had not been slept in, and there was still no sign of Dougal. He looked around the tent and paid more attention to a piece of equipment that he had dismissed the day before as just another of Dougal’s electronic tinkering experiments. There was a diary resting on top of the device.
He opened the diary and began to read:
“I have completed two working models of the dimensional projector, with reduced photocopies of the instructions I wrote included in the inside back cover of this diary. I have used the first projector to send the second projector into a parallel dimension. After that, I was able to use either projector to send myself to and from the parallel dimension with ease. The power source is an atomic element I discovered, which not only has sufficient power to operate my dimensional projector, but will not run out of energy for hundreds of years.”
Anzac surmised the truth very quickly, that Dougal must not have returned to his tent, because he was spending a lot of time in the parallel dimension. He need only read on further in the diary to confirm his deductions.
“There are some similarities between the parallel dimension and ours, and also some differences. The parallel dimension is proportionately gigantic in size, compared to ours, and so are its people. Its giant world has a much lower population than our earth, and has seen far less cultural and technlogical progress, remainng compatible in appearance with the technology of several decades ago, and the architecture and land space available to an earth person hundreds of years in the past. Perhaps the most amazing similarity is that of Meredith to the Meredith of this world. I have never met this world’s Meredith, but here she is known as a supermodel and is 5 foot 11. The Meredith of the parallel dimension has the same proportionate height distinction compared to other giantesses, being their equivalent of 5 foot 11 and thus taller than most giant women. However, she is not a supermodel, not widely known at all, yet just as beautiful as our Meredith, and in much larger proportions. We have fallen in love together, and my relatively tiny size does not seem to discourage her at all. If anything, she seems fascinated by it. She has no idea that she is the parallel counterpart of a celebrity from my world, and seems to just enjoy being loved for love’s sake. I may well decide to stay in the parallel dimension with Meredith forever, and will no longer need my dimensional projectors. Anyone finding these notes and my machines is welcome to put them to any innocent use.”
Dougal’s records ended there. Anzac flipped the diary open to the inside back cover and looked at the diagram and instructions for the dimensional projector. He turned it on, and saw the screen light up. It was set for the location of the second projector in the parallel dimension. Anzac then used the machine to project himself into that area, and made it. He turned the second projector on and tested that he could use it to send himself back to Dougal’s tent on earth, and then made one more trip to the parallel dimension.
He did not know what excited him more, the thought of catching up with his best friend after so many years, or the chance to meet up with real living giantesses.
He switched off the machine in the parallel dimension, and knew from Dougal’s instructions, that the first machine on earth would switch off automatically after a period of inactivity, conserving power that would have lasted hundreds of years if left on anyway.
He looked around and saw that he was in a giant garden with a magnificent house in the distance. After walking towards the lawn, navigating his way through the flowerbed for a few minutes, he reached the edge of the lawn and saw a giantess coming out of the house, carrying a large plate of fruit in her hand. She was wearing a two piece bikini and looked incredible, and familiar.
“Meredith Mickelson, of course! Dougal said she was a supermodel, or at least our earth’s Meredith is,” thought Anzac.
He saw that she was heading for a picnic rug that she had spread out on the lawn just near his current position. She walked grandly over, taking the natural haughty strides of her supermodel counterpart, and sat down, placing the large plate of fruit in front of her as she did so. Then he could see that she had allowed Dougal to ride on the plate as well, as both of her hands had been occuppied with carrying the fruit plate.
“Well handsome, are you ready for this?” she asked, and picked up two large grapes in her fingers. Each was larger than Dougal’s head. She put them into her mouth.
“I don’t understand why,” said Dougal, “Haven’t I always been a good boyfriend to you?”
“The best one I’ve had,” said Meredith.
“You’re the only girlfriend I’ve had, the only one I’ll ever want,” said Dougal.
“I know. I’ve enjoyed being with you ever since you came from your own world after you finished school months ago,” said Meredith.”
“Then why do you have to do this?” asked Dougal.
“Do what?” thought Anzac, “If she’s planning to break up with him for another man, perhaps one her own size, then a picnic seemed quite a romantic way of breaking the news.”
“Because I know you’ll also be the best lunch I’ve ever had,” said Meredith.
Suddenly the enormity of her intentions dawned on Anzac. She was going to eat his old friend right there and then. The fruit was just an appetiser, and perhaps a way of giving him a preview of his own fate.
Anzac looked on, as Meredith picked up a large piece of honeydew melon, put out her tongue, and placed it inside her mouth. He watched her long wide neck gulping it down, and saw the radiant smile of pleasure on her lips and the gleam in her eyes, as she saw the effect it was having on Dougal. Anzac knew that there would be nothing he could to save Dougal. Revealing himself would only guarantee that he was in the same jeopardy too. Yet it was not something he percieved as jeopardy. He was simply aroused beyond words with both Meredith’s declaration of intentions and the sight of her beautiful mouth going to work.
Saving Dougal was the furthest thing from his mind. He wanted to see her eating Dougal. Just as the fruit was a preview for both of them of what would happen to Dougal, the upcoming sight of her eating him would be a preview for Anzac of the opportunity available to him, if he chose to reveal himself to Meredith later. He watched as Meredith polished off the entire plate of fruit, making incredible gestures with her neck and tongue in the process.
“It’s such a horrible thing to do to anyone!” protested Dougal.
“You can’t really see it as badly as that,” said Meredith, “We talked about this in my bedroom, when I first brought it up. You know I’m going to send you down whole. You’ve always complimented me on the upkeep of my belly, and you’ll soon be down there inside it. Have another climb around on it, while I lie down and let the fruit go on its way.”
Anzac stared out at her incredible bikini clad torso and was excited beyond words. Each of her breasts was as large as a small hot air balloon to him, and the exposed stomach below them was a delight to behold.
Meredith reached sideways for something, and he saw that she had left a jug of water on the picnic rug, one which she had presumably brought out earlier, before carrying Dougal and the fruit plate. Meredith lifted the jug to her mouth, drank heartily from it, and then lay down on her back, placing Dougal on her stomach. He walked around, lay down on her stomach for a while, then got up and climbed up onto her breasts and lay down at the base of her neckline.
“I’ve always loved you,” he said, “I thought you’d always love me.”
“I always will, even more after today,” she said.
They both went silent for a while, and then Meredith slowly sat up, letting him slip gently into her opening hand.
“Well my dear little main course, I think it’s about time,” said Meredith.
“No! Please don’t do this! You can’t do this to me! I’ll do anything you want, get you anything you want! I’ll even go inside your mouth and lie on your tongue for as long as you like, and you can enjoy the taste of me that way!”
“I will anyway,” said Meredith calmly and objectively.
“But I won’t enjoy what’s due to come after that! You’ve got to listen to me!” he said, yelling himself hoarse.
“You shouldn’t make so much fuss about it. You’ll wear out your mouth with all that screaming, and you’ll be just as nice in my mouth afterwards,” said Meredith.
She held him near the side of her lips, and put out her tongue sideways and slid it against his face and shoulders. She smiled at him.
“You do taste spectacular,” she said, “I always knew you would.”
The sight of her tongue’s last performance had decided something in Anzac’s mind. He was going to introduce himself to Meredith at some point. He wouldn’t be able to help himself.
Meredith put out her tongue in front of her mouth this time and licked Dougal.
“No! No! No! No! No!” screamed Dougal, as he saw her opening her mouth wide, and knew that she was going to place him inside it.
“You know you’re just wasting energy,” she laughed, “If you’re that keen to avoid this, you might as well save your energy up for the struggle you’re about to have in my throat.”
Meredith opened her mouth wide, put out her tongue a little, lowered Dougal onto it and drew him slowly into her mouth. Anzac watched her neck closely for several minutes, and could soon see a slight bulging movement which must have been Dougal fighting against the gulping strength of her throat. Anzac saw Meredith take a huge heaving gulp, and the bulge seemed to regress back into the normal shape of her throat, as Dougal was carried down inside it. Meredith licked her lips, rubbed her stomach, picked up the jug in one hand, and the rug in the other, and walked back into her house.
Anzac would never attend even the first day of his rebound science and mathematics course now. He already had two prototypes of the most incredible scientific invention effectively bequeathed to him by Dougal, and he didn’t expect to need those for long. He went back to Dougal’s tent, using the second projector, and decided to leave his own tent pitched as well. He walked back to Medlow Bath, found a second hand books and magazines store in a street on the other side of the station, and bought every magazine which had Meredith Mickelson either on the front cover or the inside contents page. He took them back to his tent and read every article, looked at every picture, and satisfied himself that a giant version of her would be welcome to gobble him whole.
Two days later, he projected himself back into the parallel dimension, and walked over to the lawn. He saw that Meredith was lying on the rug again, this time on her stomach, with her hair up. She was asleep. He walked over and stood right in front of her gigantic face. Her lower lip was so full and shapely, that his desire to touch that part of her mouth was almost as overwhelming as his longing to be eaten by the rest of it. He went and lay down beside her lips, and pressed his own lips and his entire face to her lower lip. He was so small and his weight so inconsequential to the deeply sleeping Meredith, that she took several minutes to become aware of his presence and open her eyes.
“Hello!” she said, smiling sweetly.
He could see what had instantly gone through her mind: She had identified him as the opportunity to date and subsequently eat another tiny lad from earth. He would not tell her that he knew of her ultimate intentions, and no doubt she would not announce them to him until she was ready to confront him with his inevitable outcome.
“I hope you don’t mind me kissing you,” he said, “It’s just that I’ve never seen anyone as big and beautiful as you before.”
(It was mostly true. His own world’s Meredith was identically beautiful, but the giant Meredith’s size gave her an element of even greater visual appeal.)
“I don’t mind at all,” said Meredith, rolling over onto her back and picking him up.
She lowered him onto her lower lip and let him lie there for several minutes. When they began to talk, he saw and felt her lower lip moving below him, and had close up glimpses into her open mouth during her pronunciation of round vowel sounds. If he hadn’t known what was coming somewhere down the track, he could have dived straight into her mouth on the spot.
He told her of his university enrolment, his high school years, and his camping vacation in the Blue Mountains. He realised that she would see many similarities between himself and the one she had eaten earlier in the week. He took in the fact that she was lying there, enjoying his company, planning the same fate for him somewhere down the track, completely at ease with what had become of Dougal. The thought seemed to arouse Anzac all the more, but he was careful not to let on.
“I never had a girlfriend at school, and I wouldn’t want to meet one at university, now that I’ve met you,” said Anzac, “I’d like to stay in your world forever.”
“Well you know you can,” said Meredith, “I have plenty of room for you here … in places you haven’t even thought of yet.”
A private reference to her stomach, he thought with ecstacy.
“I’ll never go back then,” said Anzac.
For weeks that grew into months, he enjoyed her giant kisses, sleeping on top of her beautifully framed figure, or snuggling against her soft cheek or her neck, and being taken on scenic walks around her house and garden. She seemed to be very deeply in love with him, and he wondered if he had not been too successful in courting her. What if she loved him so much more than Dougal? What if she was content with having eaten Dougal, and wanted Anzac to remain outside her mouth and stomache as her boyfriend forever? It was a very romantic and alluring thought, but it didn’t hold the same excitement and thrill appeal of being eaten.
As the weeks went on, he became keener and keener than ever to know where he stood with her dining arrangements. She had not worked out that he had been a childhood friend of Dougal’s, which meant that Dougal had never mentioned Anzac to her before she’d eaten him. She did not know that he had witnessed the picnic rug lunch during which she had gobbled Dougal whole. He realised suddenly how fortunate it was, that she had made use of Dougal’s size to refrain from biting him, as Anzac wanted to enjoy the same slide down her throat intact.
He began to think of a leading line of conversation, which might prompt her to give him some more indications of whether he was to be a permanent boyfriend or an upcoming lunch.
“I didn’t believe in giants until I saw you,” said Anzac, “In my world, one can only read about them in fairytales.”
“What are those?”
“Fairytales?”
“Yes.”
“Well, they’re imaginary stories, mainly written for children, and occasionally some of them are about tiny folk or giants.”
“Could you tell me the ones you know?” asked Meredith.
“I’d love to. Tom Thumb was about a boy born no larger than a person’s thumb, and making his way in the world, having a few adventures, falling into a woman’s baking tray undetected and so on. Jack the Giant Killer was about an adventurer who somehow killed seven giants, so the legend says, unless I’m mixing it up with another story. The first one I ever read used a character of the same name. It was called Jack and the Beanstalk. A boy climbs a giant beanstalk and emerges in a giant land, where a giant wants to eat anyone caught on his property. Jack is helped by the giant’s equally large wife, and manages to escape back home, killing the giant, by cutting down the beanstalk while the giant is climbing down it. He wouldn’t have been able to do it, if the giant wife had been a single woman with her own desire to eat him.”
“I dare say not,” said Meredith.
“I suppose that knowing that story does give me the need to ask one rather personal question,” said Anzac, “As I’m thinking about my future, and have already decided to spend all of it with you, I do wonder …. Have you ever had any thoughts about eating me?”
Meredith smiled, her face showing a wide beaming look of immense happiness.
“Ever since I first woke up to the touch of your tiny lips kissing me,” she said.
“Wow! I guess I sure took a risk by revealing myself to you.”
“Would you say it’s been worth it?”
“Yes, unequivocably,” said Anzac, while thinking that what he had just learned had made it even more worthwhile.
“It has for me too. I love you, little Anzac.”
So much had been implied in the last few exchanges of sentences between them. All he needed to do now was draw out some kind of confirmation.
“So, are planning to save me up for a suitable time?” he asked.
“That’s about it. I’m in no particular hurry, and I can make sure that you can’t escape anywhere. Now that you know, are you happy to enjoy going on as things are until the time comes?”
“Absolutely!” said Anzac, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“I appreciate that,” she said, and brought her huge lips towards his face and kissed all of it at once.
“I don’t suppose you could give me some idea, some estimate, of when the time will come,” he asked.
Meredith gave him a friendly laugh.
“Well how does a few weeks’ time sound?”
“A few more weeks with you would be the best thing that ever happened to me, and after that, I’ll be so grateful that… well that I’ll be eaten with the knowledge that I’m making you very happy in the process.”
“You’re so cute!”
The remaining weeks were far more thrilling and enjoyable than the ones he’d already had. He knew for certain what was coming, had seen how it looked from a distance when she’d eaten Dougal, and was eagerly looking forward to his own turn at the same experience.
He briefly wondered about the Meredith Mickelson of his own world. What was she up to? Would she have eaten a pixie sized visitor on earth, if she encountered one? Would she have eaten him, if she’d encountered him somehow reduced to the size of a pixie? Would she have still gone ahead with it, if he had revealed that he was a shrunken fan and admirer of hers? If the traits of both Merediths were identical, she probably would have. It didn’t matter to him anyway. He had the best deal waiting for him right here with the giant Meredith Mickelson.
Nothing back on earth could ever compete with that.
Why struggle to make up extra grades in a rebound science course, just to get into computer studies, only to go through all the normal things of more typical lives, when he had all of his dreams and thrills beyond his wildest earthly dreams all lined up for him in this parallel dimension.
He enjoyed having dinner on her table, with her towering above him on the last night before their specially planned lunch date, and then she took him to her bed with her. She lay down with her head on the pillow and placed him onto the pillow beside her. Her lovely eyes were right in front of him, but side on. So he lay down on his side too.
“It’s nicer being able to look in your eyes from the same angle,” he said.
“I hope you’ll enjoy tonight as much as any other we’ve had,” said Meredith.
“I know I’ll enjoy it more. It will be the most special of all, because it’s the precious last one, before… tomorrow’s lunch.”
“I don’t mind if you don’t want to answer this, and I won’t pressure you to give me any details you might have planned, but have you given any thought to trying to escape from me between now and lunch time tomorrow?”
“I honestly haven’t,” he said, “I’m sure you’d be after me in no time, even if I found a way off this bed and out of the house, but that’s not the only thing. You’ve given me everything I could ever have hoped for in the space of a few months. If I somehow avoided being eaten by you, then I wouldn’t have given you everything you’d ever hoped for. In a way, that almost doesn’t seem fair to you.”
“That’s a kind and selfless way of looking at it, given how much more I will retain than you after tomorrow,” she said, in a kind tone.
“It’s how I feel about the situation,” he said, “And I really do mean it. I’m not just making it up to lull you into a more carefree state in the hopes of sneaking away in the night. I really do love you that much, that I want you to enjoy this as my albeit involuntary gift to you.”
(He reflected ‘involuntary’ was the only word that might not be 100% accurate, except that his desire to be eaten by her was just as involuntary as Dougal’s lack of any say in the matter had been.)
She leaned her lips towards him and pressed them against his face.
He spent over an hour exploring her upper body before he began to feel tired, and then lay down on her stomach and imagined what his future home would be like.
The next morning, she awoke and called across her body to him.
“Would you like to come up to my shoulders?”
He had been awake about half an hour longer than her already.
He crawled over her belly, surmounted her breasts and headed for her shoulder, and stood on it. Then Meredit sat up and leaned against the back of the bed. She turned her face towards him, but saw that his head was only level with halfway up her long neck. He kissed her neck, and put his arms around a portion of it and hugged it.
“It is a surprisingly beautiful part of you with which to be gulped by,” he said.
“You’re too kind.”
He stepped back to her shoulder and watched her lean her head down to kiss his head. Then she took him down to the breakfast table and had the last regular meal before the most exciting one. She took him to the window, opened the curtains and looked out onto the lawn. “The weather looks perfect for our picnic,” she said, “No rain, not too hot, not too cold.”
“You have picked a good day for it,” said Anzac.
“I’ve an idea what we could do this morning,” said Meredith, “How would you like me to give you a chance to escape?”
“Now you’re too kind,” he said, secretly thinking that he would put on a convincing but deliberately unsuccessful attempt to elude her.
“It would be more fun for me to come and find you and catch you,” said Meredith, “I’ll put you down on the carpet in the lounge room, give you a few minutes to hide, and then come back into the room to get you. If you can elude me long enough, and even somehow make it outside, you’ll have a chance at your freedom. I don’t think you’ll be able to, but I love you enough to give you a try. As well as that, I’d really enjoy the hunt and the chase.”
“I don’t know what to say,” said Anzac.
The lounge room was actually the central room of the house. It had a luxurious pale green carpet, and a lot of furniture.
“There’s plenty of things for you to hide behind or hide under,” she said, “Do you think 10 minutes would be long enough for you to make your play before I come back?”
“I guess so,” said Anzac, “And thank you once again.”
“You’re welcome, little cute one,” said Meredith.
She placed him on the carpet in the center of the room and then turned and walked out of the room and closed the door. He looked around to see if any part of the room would allow access to another room. Perhaps there might be small ventilation openings under some of the cupboards. He decided that the first thing to do was check under those. If he did make it into the next room, he could make a point of ‘accidentally’ knocking something over. She would hear it and run in and catch him in no time.
Anzac ran to the nearest cupboard and under it, and looked at the back wall underneath it. There were no openings. He ran to the display cabinet and looked under it, again seeing no holes in the wall. Then he felt tired, and stopped to catch his breath, just as the door slowly opened and Meredith walked into the room. She towered high above in the distance, and glanced around the room.
There were still two more pieces of low furniture, with just enough space for him to run under, but he would have to get to them without being seen. He waited until he saw Meredith walking over to the first cupboard that he had tried. She got down on the floor and peeked in under it, while he ran across the carpet to the third cupboard, and looked under. Meredith got up and headed for the display cabinet from which he had just departed. It was like a game of round robin with much higher stakes, a giant scaled 5 foot 11 in height, to be exact.
Seizing his last chance, Anzac sprinted for the fourth cupboard or cabinet, noticing that his tiny feet made no audible sound for her, while her every movement was apparent to him, even with his back turned. He got to the fourth cupboard and saw that there was a missing portion of the skirting board behind the legs of the cupboard. He could just make it, but should he?
“She’d wonder why I didn’t use it, if she found me here,” he thought, and then worked out how to make things more convincing. He hid behind one of the front legs of the cupboard, and watched as she tried the third cupboard too, and then saw her crawl over towards his cupboard. He started backing towards the skirting board opening, and timed it so that he was only a few paces away from it, when Meredith reached the front and peered in at him.
“I said I’d give you a chance,” she said, “I knew about that opening. The question is: have you found it in time.”
As she reached in for him with her huge arm and hand, he backed rapidly towards the opening and ducked through into the next room. He found himself in a library of sorts, with lots of magazines on shelves and a pale pink carpet this time. He ran for the nearest place to hide, which was under an armchair, and looked back at the hole. He saw something moving towards it, blocking out the light shining through from the lounge room. He realised that Meredith had pushed a large object, presumably a heavy book like a dictionary into position to block the hole, so that he could simply continue to elude her by slipping from one room to the other and back, each time she ran around the long way.
“She’ll be in here and after me in moments!” he thought, “I wonder if Dougal had this much fun before she brought him out on the fruit plate that day.”
He looked out from behind the couch leg and saw her coming into the room.
“If you’d gone for that cupboard first, you’d have made it into this room well within your ten minutes, and then found a way outside before I’d finished searching the lounge room,” said Meredith, “Although I let you play the game, because I was confident that I could still catch up with you in the garden anyway. It looks like we’ll have our final showdown round of this game in this room now.”
He felt a deep arousal as he took in her confident assessment of his chances in two different scenarios (the one she’d hypothesized and the one that had actually eventuated). He watched her walking around the room, and then getting down and crawling, until she came to the couch, and moved her head quickly around the leg, before he could change positions. She reached in smiling and clasped him in her hand.
“You gave me a very good game,” she said.
“It was thrilling for me too,” said Anzac truthfully.
Meredith put him on the mantelpiece, and pulled off her long dress to reveal the same two piece black bikini that she had worn when she had eaten Dougal.
“You look incredible,” he said.
“Thank you, and you’re so cute I can’t wait to gobble you all up.”
She took him to the kitchen, prepared a large fruit plate, and placed him on it, and left him on the bench.
“I’ll be back for you shortly,” she said, “I just have to set up a jug of water and the picnic rug out on the lawn.
He watched her fill the jug with water from the tap and walk out of the room. He looked off the kitchen bench’s view through the back window, and soon saw her walking out across the lawn with the rug and the jug of water. She put the jug on the grass, spread the rug, and then rested the jug on the edge of the rug. Then he saw her walking back towards the house. She smiled towards the window, having assumed he would be looking, and then drew closer and came back into the house. She reached the kitchen and picked up the large plate of fruit, with himself resting on the back of it, and carried him out to the back lawn and across to the rug.
“Lunch is served!” she laughed, and sat down, lowering the plate in front of her as she did so.
She gave him the same sneak preview of his fate, using the fruit, just as she had done with Dougal. This time, he could enjoy the view from much closer.
He watched her eating all of the fruit, enjoying the much closer views of her gulping neck, recalling the way he had cuddled against it another time. He looked across at her belly in admiration and loved her like nobody on earth or in the parallel dimension.
“What did you think of that?” she asked at last, and took the jug of water while awaiting his answer.
“It was the most exciting view of my life, to be honest,” he said, “Your tongue looks as big as me, each time it comes out and recieves the fruit pieces.”
“I’d say it’s just a little bigger than you, and I value the compliment.”
“It does make me think of one thing to ask, before the final stage,” he said.
“Ask away then.”
“Would you give me some licks, before you put me in and ….?”
“Swallow you?”
“Yes.”
“I’d love to. I was going to do so anyway.”
He knew that, from his recollections of Dougal’s last views of the outside of her mouth.
“Thank you. I think I’ll really enjoy that part of it.”
“I’ll start right now,” she said.
Meredith held him in front of her mouth and slid her tongue over him in many directions. He recalled the magazine research he’d done on her earthling doppelganger, and remembered that she was fond of sticking her tongue out, and that it could pose in a variety of ways that gave new dimension to modelling.
He felt the soft moist huge taste organ swishing all over his face and shoulders and neck again and again, coming at him from every angle, and went wild with private excitement.
She had no idea how special this was for him. For Dougal it had been a nightmare that he wished he could have avoided. For her this time, it was only her second experience at eating someone, or perhaps there had been others before Dougal. No, that wasn’t possible, as Dougal had been the only earthling to invent the dimensional projector and discover the parallel dimension.
For Anzac himself, this was the first ever such experience that he had been able to parcitipate in personally, and it fulfilled and exceeded his wildest dreams.
After several minutes of swishing and licking at delayed intervals, she rubbed him dry on her bikini.
“How was that?” she asked.
“Words fail me to express the wonder of it!” said Anzac.
“I think they’ll fail you even more in a few minutes, but unfortunately there won’t be any way for you to communicate your subsequent thoughts to me,” said Meredith, “I’m going to gobble you down now. Are you all ready?”
“I guess so,” he said.
“Good little cutey. Here we go.”
She opened her mouth wide, held him a little higher, so that he could look down as she dangled her long wide sparkling tongue out below him, and slowly lowered him onto it. She drew him into her mouth and let him lie there, keeping her mouth open for a time. He steadied himself with the grip space in the tiny gaps between her teeth, and slid himself a little further back, so that his head could see down into her throat, before she closed her mouth. He recalled the outside views of her lovely neck, and looked down inside now, to see that her tongue didn’t end at the back of her mouth. He then recalled an old cutaway diagram from a science class, and remembered that the tongue starts somewhere down in the throat. So he would still be sliding against her tongue when she gulped him down the first part of her throat. The view was breathtaking, and he felt her own breath being taken, as she finally felt the need to closer her mouth.
He was lying there in darkness, but with all the images of what surrounded and what awaited him still fresh in his mind. Even then he had no regrets about the danger to which he had willingly exposed himself. The thrill was simply unbeatable. He lay on her soft moist tongue and let go of her teeth and rested his hands and arms by his side for a while. Then he moved them out in front of his head, so that his hands were almost over the edge of her mouth.
Then he felt a slight movement of her tongue, at least only slight enough to elevate his legs a little. She was doing it very slowly, perhaps to give herself time to savour the experience of starting to swallow him, perhaps to give him a chance to adjust to the situation, perhaps a combination of both.
He felt his feet rising the highest, and his legs rising a bit behind him. It reminded him of the way a hospital nurse had once adjusted the elevation angle of the bed he had stayed in straight after an operation. She was raising the front of her tongue ever so slowly, so that it took about 15 seconds before he started to slide towards her throat. He slid very slowly, and felt his hands, arms, face and neck all in turn making their way over the back of her mouth and down into her throat.
As it was pitch dark inside, he didn’t feel disoriented by being in an upside down position. The feel of her tongue and the other side of her throat encircling him was very comforting. She left him in the top of her throat for several minutes, and then began to gulp, again as slowly and gently as possible, in order to elongate the experience’s duration for both of them.
Eventually, gravity and slippery slopes took their course, and he slid down into her stomache more rapidly, and more aroused than ever.
“She did it!” he thought, “She ate me!”
Meredith licked her lips, gathered up the rug and the empty water jug, and walked back to the house. As he lay in her stomach, he didn’t need to see that, as he still had perfect recollections of the sight of her doing those things after eating Dougal.